Pairings: Harry/Harem, featuring Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Tonks. Ron/Lavender. Neville/Hannah. Mentions of past Ron/Hermione.
Wizarding World bashing. Possible Draco and some possible Dumbledore bashing.
Great Britain, England
2017
Death rang around him.
Death was always a horrific sight. When one came across a field or was a witness to it, they would react with vitriol! Shock, terror, they would do anything to put as much distance between them as possible.
This connotation denoted any organic living human being or otherwise, a status to place on one. After all, unless they were the cause, they would put themselves or shelter themselves away as they did not want to be associated with the fact of the matter.
Harry Potter found himself unable to move past deaths. He couldn't. When he looked around him, all he could envision was the entire vicinity of the deaths of many. Those of innocent lives. So much so, he could hardly rest or even close his eyes to think. All he could see was the deaths of those people he knew.
His gaze turned out the window of his home.
Not his home. It had never been. It was one he bought off a land far from Britain. It was his ownership, and he owned the property as any landowner would have, but it was not his home. Never was. Yet he made that decision to purchase this building because he could not return.
He could never return to what he once had called home. His home had once been his…
Ginny.
Tears blurred his vision, wetting his glasses. Then came anger. It flared as the few remaining surroundings of his home were snapped, bent, crushed. Anger and rage fueled his magic. Potent and destructive. The house itself began to bend. Her melodious voice of laughter continued to ring, even as he lashed blindly out.
"Harry…"
"Ginny…"
"More. Please… I want you!"
Tears blinded his vision as he remembered the night of passion upon their marriage. He did not deserve her.
Then, without warning, a violent howl of wind erupted from the external climates. The tears on his face were hastily wiped away as he raised his arms up to protect himself from the blinding light. As his room, the entire home, was dark, Harry was not yet accustomed to the light. Cursing slightly, Harry lowered his arms slowly to allow his sight to adjust. As he did so, he was treated to a full view of that source of light.
The tiny figure of the owl looked across his room, its look morphing to one of confusion to exasperated annoyance, Harry couldn't care less about what the creature thought of the room. It can go fuck itself for all he cared.
The owl, deciding to land on a pile of books that was stacked neatly on top of each other; a complete stark contrast to the entire rest of the room's remaining objects, which were strewn across the floors.
Perched on the stack, now having a foothold on the stack, it opened its beak to release the letter, floating down to Harry's lap.
A blank stare from Harry looked up at the owl. The owl tilted its head, as if to say, "go on."
Knowing that it would not bother him further unless he opened it, Harry tore the delicate paper apart and opened it.
Harry.
We found it. Myself, Hannah, Seamus, and the rest are waiting with Dudley. We're almost finished preparing the spell. We just need you now.
Remember, it's up to you. You don't have to go… but you're our best shot. Seamus is right. You taught us, remember? You know everything that is going to happen the best. We need you… they need you.
Your friend,
Neville
Harry set the letter down, staring blankly at the shining sun outside. The sun bespoke a meaning of happiness that everything would be all right, yet all it felt to Harry as if it was mocking him.
Harry stared at the letter in contemplation, before he took a hold of it and tore it to shreds.
Harry Potter was not a hero.
How could he be one when he could not save the ones he loved?
Hey guys.
Always wanted to do a Dark Harry time travel story but remove some certain aspects, cliches, tropes, and connotations that are affiliated with them that I did not like, while mixing in story plots of my own.